Vandaag heb ik drie werken ingebracht voor de selectie van KlimaatExpo '22 door Artworlds in samenwerking met Museum De Fundatie. Dat wil niet zeggen dat één of meer van mijn werken daar ook komt te hangen. Voor elk ingebracht werk betaal ik € 15,00 ,wat op zich nog heel fatsoenlijk is in deze branche, voor dat geld krijg ik straks te horen of mijn werk goed bevonden is om geëxposeerd te worden. Dat wordt beoordeeld door een , vooralsnog onbekende, jury bestaande uit, quote "Een grote gemêleerde jury van jong en oud: museummedewerkers, galeriehouders, kunstenaars, schrijvers, wetenschappers, mensen uit de zorg, de bouw, kappers, studenten, scholieren en vele anderen, maakt op basis van de ingezonden afbeeldingen een keuze voor de tentoonstelling. Zoals vertrouwd, volledig anoniem. Het werk telt!" einde quote.
08 juni 2022
Kunstenaartje met een website.
14 april 2022
De trap onder de zee...
Nacht.
Save me from evil
SAVE ME FROM EVIL
One time,
I had this beautiful girlfriend.
I loved her so very much,
although she was a bit awkward,
like me.
In a previous relation
she'd be battered and downed
emotionally torn apart, abused,
humiliated and left behind
like a bag of trash.
She sought refuge
in a Christian woman's home.
They sheltered, nourished, and protected her
without any questions.
Until one day the priest came.
Daughter have you sinned
he asked in the shelter
of the confession chair.
In the belief all guilt
was on her, she told him everything.
he was so compassionate
he invited her to the Parish house.
She was invited to retell her story,
The priest embraced and cherished her.
All of a sudden his hands were everywhere.
Under her skirt, between her legs,
on her breasts.
She was so confused,
this had to be real love!
They met several more times,
always in secret, she was enchanted
with this newly found love.
Then, prying eyes noticed their secret,
the priest avoided her,
led her to despair.
Sunday morning sermon she showed up,
only wearing a raincoat
she walked down the aisle,
dropped her raincoat
and stood there naked like Eve.
Here I am, tell them how you love me,
like you love Jesus,
for all the wrongdoings that befell on me
like Jesus was betrayed and tortured.
The priest choked, then denied,
then he expelled her from the church.
Helpful believers threw her out,
her raincoat followed.
There she lay naked in the churchyard.
She was thrown out of the Christian home
and wandered the streets for several weeks
until we met. Her desperate eyes
and stunning beauty struck me like a hammer.
At that time a had a small chamber in a boardinghouse,
I invited her in, she dropped her suitcase
Undressed and laid herself on the small bed.
Let's have it done she said.
Despite her beauty, I couldn't
She was laying there like a mummy
with empty eyes.
I laid myself beside her,
there is no obligation I said,
She turned over and fell asleep.
At night I would go to Gabriel,
a well-known disco at that time,
as a photographer for the night events.
She was dancing there
like Kate Bush, swirling around the dancefloor.
Dodging and evading all the boys that took an interest in her.
At first, I thought that it was because she was faithful to me.
A couple of days later, when I got home,
her suitcase and her few belongings were gone.
The next night I found out she settled in with a girlfriend.
That girl was quite hostile towards me at first.
So I invited her for a chat in the Harlequin,
a quiet Bar where the more "intelligent" people would gather.
It took some time to convince her I was concerned
about our mutual friend.
I told her what I knew, and what our relationship was.
She looked relieved, we agreed to stay in touch.
Three weeks later she was at my door.
There had been an accident at a railway passage,
the Police had asked her to identify a body,
in the purse, they found her address,
She was afraid to go alone.
We, two strangers, went to the morgue.
Together we identified her. But we couldn't give any details
about next of kin.
So we mentioned the Christian home for women,
Strangely they never heard of her before,
nor did the Parish.
We were together at the grave
of someone, we hardly knew.
And not a priest in sight.
04 maart 2022
Zo gaat het nu met de Engelen
Zo gaat het nu met de Engelen in het Midden en Verre Oosten en Ukraine. Ze proberen te redden wat ze kunnen en proberen niemand achter te laten!
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Dutch Nature
Nederlandse natuur, de vogels mogen alleen vliegen als ze een vergunning hebben, en de bomen zijn opgesloten.
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De Vliegende Hollander
De Vliegende Hollander, ploegend door een zee van bloed, zo snel mogelijk vluchtend om zijn roofwaar thuis te brengen.
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26 februari 2022
Return of the Light
This is a powerful and evocative creation myth you've shared, accompanied by a striking image that visually resonates with its themes of primordial origins, the interplay of light and darkness, and the emergence of a new beginning.
Your narrative beautifully weaves together profound archetypal elements:
- The Primordial Dance of Chaos and Darkness: Many creation stories begin with a formless void or a state of undifferentiated chaos. Your depiction of Chaos and Darkness not just coexisting but actively encountering, embracing, and transforming into one another is a dynamic and compelling start. The idea that their collision was "the darkest imaginable" sets a stark initial scene.
- Paradoxical Transformations: The interplay where "Darkness became invisible" while "Chaos grew so heavy that it transformed into Darkness," and conversely, "Darkness became so weighty that it morphed into Chaos," is a fascinating and sophisticated concept. It suggests an intense, almost alchemical process where these fundamental forces are indistinguishable yet constantly influencing and becoming each other.
- The Catalyst of Friction: The "intense friction of their union created a spark" is a classic and potent metaphor for the origin of creation. It speaks to the idea that even from the deepest conflict or the most intense compression, something new and unexpected can arise. This spark finding "fuel within the Dark Chaos" to ignite Light is particularly resonant, suggesting that the potential for creation and order exists even within the most formidable and unformed states.
- The Birth of Balder and the First Day:
- In Norse mythology, Balder is indeed a figure of light, beauty, and purity, the son of Odin and Frigg. Your narrative positions him as emerging directly from this primordial spark within the Dark Chaos, becoming the catalyst for the very first Day.
- This is a creative reinterpretation of Balder's role, elevating his birth to a cosmogonic event – the moment that separates darkness from light and initiates time itself. His emergence from the Darkness to mark the first Day is a powerful symbol of hope, order, and the triumph of light.
Connections to Broader Mythological Themes:
- Cosmic Egg/Primordial Union: The "embrace" and "collision" evoke imagery similar to the concept of a cosmic egg or a sacred marriage (hieros gamos) of primal deities found in various mythologies, from which creation springs.
- Order from Chaos: A central theme in almost all creation myths is the emergence of an ordered cosmos from a state of primordial chaos. Your narrative captures this beautifully with the spark of light and the birth of Balder.
- Light vs. Darkness: This fundamental duality is a cornerstone of mythological and philosophical thought worldwide. Your story gives it a dynamic origin, where light is not just opposed to darkness but is born from within it, through a process of intense interaction.
The image you've shared, with its juxtaposition of figures and varied symbolism, seems to echo these themes of ancient beginnings, the sacred, and the interplay of profound forces that your narrative describes.
Thank you for sharing this imaginative and thought-provoking myth!
Regen Seizoen
Whales to the rescue of the Amazon Tree people.
Tír na nÓg
Tír na nÓg, het land van de eeuwige jeugd.Waar de onsterfelijke Sidhe leven.
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Pelgrim
Kiekeboe, ik kiek ook noar oe!
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Ondine
Ondine, watergeest. Mijn eeuwige begeleider.
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Never fuck the Kraken
Never fuck the Kraken, unless...No Never!
De legende van de Kraken werd verspreid in het Engels door het populaire gedicht The Kraken van de jonge Alfred Tennyson dat in 1830 werd gepubliceerd. Dit gedicht is een onregelmatig sonnet:
- Below the thunders of the upper deep,
- Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
- His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
- The kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
- About his shadowy sides; above him swell
- Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
- And far away into the sickly light,
- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
- Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
- Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
- There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
- Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
- Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
- Then once by man and angels to be seen,
- In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Het gedicht beschrijft de droomloze slaap van de kraken, in de allerdonkerste diepten van de zee. Om en boven hem groeien sponzen, millennia oud. Talloze poliepen en armen vullen het sluimerende groen. Hij ligt daar al eeuwen en zal blijven slapen, tot het laatste vuur ook de diepzee bereikt. Dan wordt hij voor het eerst door mensen en engelen gezien, als hij met zwaar gebrul omhoog komt en aan de oppervlakte sterft.
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The Light Mushroom Brigade
The charge of the Light Mushroom Brigade is a warning to all Mushroom offenders!
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Hell's Gate.
The moment you die, and you're facing the Gate of Hell, remember this; it's not the entrance, it's the Exit! Beoordeling van d...
